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I was dreaming that he woke me up with his mouth next to my ear speaking filth while his hands grabbed at me. I was panting and while I slept I felt physically aroused.

When I woke up he was sleeping beside me. We were fully clothed and I nestled into his neck. His arms wrapped around me finding the bare skin between my jeans and tank top. I pushed his hand from the small of my back around between my legs. I was burning up, I then maneuvered his hand to unbutton my jeans and slip inside between the layers of clothes.

I moaned when his hand teased at my clit. I could feel the wetness pooling and started to shove down my panties and jeans. He always does this thing with teasing. He knows I want his fingers inside me. He knows I get off from penetration. He also knows that the anticipation of it all is what drives me.

More teasing.

More heavy breathing.

More an-ti-ci-pa-tion.

“Fuck me.” I blurted out.

There were no questions or hesitation. He yanked his jeans and boxers off, I turned over and raised my ass to the air and he pushed my legs apart. That first invasion. That state of being filled and stretched. It always steals my breath. It always feels new and unfamiliar. My hands grabbed handfuls of sheets as my face buried into the pillow. The wetness was dripped down my thighs as he plunged in and out. This makes me see colors and shadows; it’s a different dimension when being fucked. Time stands still and the world stops. All this energy and life is being shoved inside me.

I can tell when he is about to come. His cock gets rigid and full. The throb pushes against the nerves and I want to come with him.

His fingers dig into my sweaty flesh and as he made that punctuate thrust, I screamed into the pillow. I’m overwhelmed with a crashing wave of emotions and the tears flow. My body was limp and heaving by the time he fell beside me. He moved some wet hair away.

“I can’t tell what’s sweat and tears.” He whispered.

I chuckled and wiped the sticky hair from my face, “It’s a little bit of everything.”

RG, if sex felt so old bad familiar, which I am sure for some, we wouldn’t need it. I like that feeling of nervousness and slightly uncomfortable feeling. I never truly know what they will do to me, if I wanted familiarity I would fuck myself and I go plenty of that. Thankfully my mind keeps things not-so routine.

Mmmm….so juicy and hot! I admire your erotic and enticing way of bringing the story to life. It takes me to a passionate place of my deepest fantasies. You should do a anal sex story ( both giving and recieving). I would be forever in your debt for such a post. It’s just so intense and naughty, but not alot of men are open to it. I finally met someone who is open-minded to it but had no experience with it. So i bought him this HILARIOUS guidebook from Tripp and Allie. Its excellent for beginners and It definitely made things more entertaining. It helped him open up to letting me violate his sweet little virgin ass. It’s a must have! I got it online at http://www.trippnallie.com and conveniently they even had a 50% off coupon on their site. Such a steal for anyone experimenting with, or curious about, anal sex. Your story and open-ess has brought out the vixen in me. I look forward to reading more.